Rome - Le Chatiment du Traitre lyrics

To protest the moon To protest the idea of sleep To balance our calm and our urgency To protest their notion of fraternity and race I never masked my grief So come show your face Come out to breathe just for a while And do not neglect your guile Come home, come home, for the trials of rome. Now you try to break free With more courage than sk** And what worried me then And worries me still Is that you can't stab a king in the dark And you need that initial spark to be pure And you need to be sure of your shot So bury me beneath their arenas While the scent still lingers This icy ring has turned my hand So cold and so numb Now it's time to bare the secrets you wear At your throat and be gone All tired and naked I'd trade my gun for a blanket And get some sleep tonight To wear tomorrow's scars with pride I can still smell it on you The spell they put on you For what has been repressed Shall leak out through the cracks Have you come to run astray with me? Bound to know a few secrecies? So nod your thanks to me For these are the gifts that custom demands Lemons and tea and a letter that grants Freedom and obscurity To protest the moon To protest the idea of sleep To balance our calm and our urgency To protest their notions Of fraternity and race I never masked my grief So come show your face To protest the moon To protest the idea of sleep To balance our calm and our urgency…